Supersonic Synchronicity

How do discoveries suddenly get discovered at virtually the same time in two different places? You know for every Darwin there was the forgotten scientist (who’s name even now I’m forgetting) that knew what was going on with those finches, too. Perhaps it’s quantum entanglement. Or perhaps it’s just chaos theory at work. But regardless…

Let the historical record show the feat of synchronicity that occurred in relation to tonight’s DJ and I, that tonight’s DJ beat me to the discovery. So wha’ happened?

DJ Agent N (for Natalie) is in addition to an amazing tunestress, a doula. And one of her woman-folk almost gave birth last night, which would have rendered this mix unheard. (Gasp!) (Thank you baby for pulling us a favor by staying in a warm and dark place without an economic recession.) But in preparing for this potential emergency, DJ Agent N kindly emailed me Tuesday night to let me know to bring a back-up mix just in case. In emailing back, DJ Agent N clicked on my website contained in my email signature…

CUT TO:

Basha Mediterranean Restaurant, 1:29 pm, Wednesday, Skokie IL

I’m lunching with a recently met co-worker (Mike) and he’s telling me about his Detroit hip-hop scene roots. I say I do a dance thingie and am often looking for good hip-hop to throw on my mixes. He says “is it for Dance Dance Party Party?” To which I reply, “Why yes! How the hell do you know about this tiny all-women’s dance class?” And he says “My friend Natalie goes to that… you know who her husband is, right?”

TAKE TIME MACHINE, CUT BACK  TO:

Natalie’s house, Tuesday evening, 8:49pm

Sitting at her computer, browsing my wonky homepage, her husband Eric walks by and catches sight of what she’s looking at. He stops in his tracks, furrows his eyebrow and says “why in the heck are you looking at that lady’s homepage?”

So who is this Eric? Why should he be so shocked at my PG-13 website? Why is this so weird? Click here and read the bolded text to discover our mutual discovery.

In other words, this is what happened:

Which ultimately resulted in this:

And ended up sounding like this:

Thank you Natalie for this fantastic mix that rocked our bodies, and is still rocking my world. I can’t believe it took 8 months of working with your husband to discover this connection. One more and we would have given birth to it, I suppose. This was the best way, said the universe

Sticky Sweet

Allow me some poetic (or spelling) license when I say that this week we got our Sunday on:

DJ Sassybrass’s mix was sticky sweet!  And it pretty much gave me an identical expression  The perfect platform for DJ Bridez Illah (AKA Kikki Bizzo) to get out the last of her slutty moves as a single lady, it was the kind of mix that drained our bodies and our water bottles, and made us forget for an hour that summer is halfway over.

But enough of that depressing stuff, the ladies who got their groove on this weekend know that Sassybrass brought the beats NON-STOP.  She even popped the DDPP cherry  of a  classic that made me  1) wish I could bust out some glow sticks, giant pants, and a pacifier, and 2) totally lose my shit. To think her man almost convinced her not to use it!  DJ Sassybrass, your mix was a treat and you deserve a little treat back.  I present to you the world’s biggest ice cream cone, and the world’s funniest picture:

You rule sister!  You can smack this bitch up any time.

Also, all you ladies out there who’ve DJ’d in the last few months!  Take a moment to enter your mix into the database if you can.  Directions are right here on the blog!

DDPP THIS SUNDAY! + Did I hear someone say Karaoke?

That’s right! Our intermittent Summer Sunday schedule means we’re gonna get get get down this weekend – 7/26 at our usual Sunday time – 4-5pm. Come and shake your shit out. We promise Monday won’t  be so bad.

Make DDPP and kissing horses a part of your Sunday Times.

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And we got a feeling that all you ladies who aren’t shy on the dance floor aren’t so shy on the mic, either. Some DDPP ladies have requested a KARAOKE NIGHT! So let’s do it! (Man above will not be in attendance)

Here’s a couple of dates we’re considering:

Friday, August 21st

Saturday, August 22nd

Cast your ballot by leaving a comment here or shooting us an email with all the dates you can make. Our email: ddppchicago[at]gmail[dot]com

Solar Eclipse of Our Hearts

On Wednesday, 2009 July 22, a total eclipse of the Sun is visible from within a narrow corridor that traverses half of Earth. The path of the Moon’s umbral shadow begins in India and crosses through Nepal, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Myanmar and China. After leaving mainland Asia, the path crosses Japan’s Ryukyu Islands and curves southeast through the Pacific Ocean where the maximum duration of totality reaches 6 min 39 s. A partial eclipse is seen within the much broader path of the Moon’s penumbral shadow, which includes most of eastern Asia, Indonesia, and the Pacific Ocean.

On Wednesday, 2009 July 22, a total eclipse of my ass was visible in a narrow corridor that traversed half of the Dance Dance Party Party Chicago studio in Chicago, IL, otherwise known as

Latitude = 41.9558, Longitude = -87.6785

Lat    = 41 degrees,   57.4 minutes   North

Long = 87 degrees,   40.7 minutes   West

A slew of about a dozen women created this rare event through shaking their bodies hither and thither in repetitive patterns and motions. And for 6 min and 39s, my ass was completely blocked out of view from the mirror and all sight. It was breathtaking. Our much loved DJ Michelle Leslie Brown provided the soundtrack to this heavenly event. She knew just the perfect tunes to create a collective orbit of out-of-this-world-awesome.

And as we cooled down from this 11000 degree Fahrenheit event, we had the sweet and tepid temps of Maxwell to poet us right on our axis, submerging us within the light, all night.

And with another fantastic DDPP, we learn a lesson. Tonight’s? Submerge within the light, Til we become the sun. Duh. Thanks ladies, for loving life with all you got.

Its all in the white glove…

One Glove One Love

If the satellites were doing their job tonight, this is the image they snapped above the DDPP studio a little over an hour ago:

The origin of this incredible face in the sky? DJ Peaches handiwork on the MJ tribute mix combined with the raw force of over a dozen fearless females donning white gloves and Gary, Indiana attitudes. Yes indeed…We popped, locked, and moonwalked our way into an hour of booty-bustin, heart-pumpin Michael Jackson favorites. There was air guitar on the floor. There were bewildered screaming women in the woods being chased by lurching zombies, and there was of course, a lot of eeeee-heeeee-ing. OW! Thank you to Fair Lisa for making this memorable memorial and to all the ladies who came out tonight to do what Michael did best – leave it all on the dance floor. Sha-mowan.

(MJ graphic and video link compliments of Aaron Wickenden, the lovely and talented manfriend of Den Mother JB)

THIS WEDNESDAY: JULY 15 – A SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO THE KING OF POP

That’s right ladies. We know you might be sick of the news by now, but riddle me this: how the hell could you EVER be sick of dancing to his tunes? IMPOSSIBLE.

Come on by to DDPP this week and take a look at all the women in the mirror… but don’t ask them to make a change. Just love them, k? Bring yer pals!

We Don’t Run Run Run when DJ Re-Run Spins

So what happens when you combine a DJ and some Re-Run?

Quite possibly this:

Or maybe more on point… you get an amazing mix. Seriously amazing mix. The ladeez freaked the funk out for this hot combo DJ Re-Run culled lovingly from the archives. When Footlose came on, every body cut every body cut. We were bleeding all over the place… but it was clear. Like sweat. Thank you DJ Michelle Leslie Brown aka DJ Re-run for reprising some of the most memorable and fantastical songs of DDPP lately! I’m waiting for this bloody sweat to dry and it’s gonna be some time yet. Maybe I should take a moment and cut up the clothes? That’ll get some air flow.

The Gumby of DJs, If You Will

Last Wednesday we tuned in for DJ Tunerkin, and as usual she delivered with a mix that stretched to cover buku genres and generations.  Something for every kinda people!  She’s one limber lady:

But honestly, I could dance to DJ Tunerkin all day.  The breadth of her mixes always get our bodies shaking, rocking, rattling, and rolling!  A go-go nite klub that makes us wish tonight was every day, and leaves us feeling right as rain.  The real question is can we get get get her to DJ again?  I hope the answer is oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh YEAH!!!!

DJ Tunerkin, you make us all feel fine as a summer breeze blowin through the jasmine of our minds.